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George Gordon Noel Byron (1788-1824)

Friendship is Love without his wings!
 
I have imbibed such a love for money that I keep some sequins in a drawer to count, and cry over them once a week.
 
We are all selfish and I no more trust myself than others with a good motive.
 
The "good old times" -- all times when old are good.
 
Your letter of excuses has arrived. I receive the letter but do not admit the excuses except in courtesy, as when a man treads on your toes and begs your pardon -- the pardon is granted, but the joint aches, especially if there is a corn upon it.
 
Through life's road, so dim and dirty,
I have dragg'd to three and thirty.
What have these years left to me?
Nothing - except, thirty-three.
 
The great art of life is sensation,
to feel that we exist,
even in pain.
 
To have joy one must share it.
Happiness was born a twin.
 
For pleasures past I do not grieve,
nor perils gathering near;
My greatest grief is that
I leave nothing that claims a tear.
 
Man's love is of man's life a part;
it is a woman's whole existence.
In her first passion, a woman loves her lover,
in all the others all she loves is love.
 
Sorrow is knowledge,
those that know the most must mourn the deepest,
the tree of knowledge is not the tree of life.
 
Oh Time!
the beautifier of the dead,
adorer of the ruin,
comforter
and only healer
when the heart hath bled...
Time, the avenger!
 
But words are things,
and a small drop of ink,
falling like dew,
upon a thought,
produces that which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.